Story+1982-08-08+Asbury+Park,+NJ

´´Bring it down, boys....now, every night....I have a dream.....I get up out of bed.....and I go looking for my baby....I go looking for my girl....when the clock strikes midnight....I tear off the covers....and I put on my jacket....and I gotta go out on the prowl.....well, night after lonely night, my head don´t touch the bed, I´m on a two-lane blacktop cruising in my rocket sled, I´m on the prowl....I´m on the prowl....I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, yeah, I´m on the prowl....there´s only one thing that I´m certain every mile, mile, mile, keep searching, searching, searching for a wild, wild child, I´m on the prowl....I´m on the prowl...I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, I´m on the prowl.... they got a name for Dracula and Frankenstein´s son, they ain´t got no name now for this thing that I become, I´m on the prowl....I´m on the prowl....I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, I´m on the prowl....I keep looking....I keep searching....I keep searching....I keep searching....only one thing that I´m certain every mile, mile, mile, I keep searching, searching, searching, searching....but every morning I ended up with the same thing.....I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight..... ´´
 * 08.08.82 Asbury Park, NJ, middle of ´Lucille´**

//Compiled by : Johanna Pirttijärvi//